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So I’m scopin’, right? Empowered as hell, “Slay!”—but half these ads? Sketchy! Found this one spot online—dude, the pics screamed catfish louder than a busted speaker. I’m like, *“Who’s got the power?”*—not me if I fall for that! Then there’s this underground buzz—word of mouth, real secretive. Little known fact: back in the day, Rio’s favelas had coded whistles for hookups. Crazy, right? Made me laugh—imagine me whistlin’ for a date while fixin’ an antenna!

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Anyway, I finally get back to it. I’m in my zone, right? Then, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, a bunch of tourists are tryin’ to take selfies with the river in the background. They’re blocking my spot! I’m like, “Yo, this ain’t a photo op, it’s a fishing spot!” But they just smile and wave. Ugh, tourists, am I right?

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